I Feel Your Fame



Fill Your Pocket



And I've Tried To Hock It



I Fly The Friendly Skies



Meeting Strangers



And My Hands Pass Through Many



You Will Believe



I Won't Deceive You



Too Late Cause It's A Joke



For You've Got The Neck Of An Angel



Feel My Hands As They Choke



Come On Down



Gather 'round



I'm Your Healer



Come On Down



Now You're Down



With The Feeder



I've Made The Pitch



And You The Purchase



Now Who Do You Worship



And I'll Be Your Whore



I'll Go Down, Maybe



Just Give Me A Chance



I Will Sell You Lies



And You Will Thank Me



Too Late You've Paid My Bills



I Crawl With Flies



Move Ahead



And To A Million People I've Lied



Come On Down



Gather 'round



I'm Your Healer



Come On Down



Now You're Down



With The Feeder